MISSING SIERRA Exclusive new work from poet Julianknxx

Missing Sierra

Backyard sugarcane molasses, music through my teeth. Morning cockcrow alarms, orange sunsets, kissing me dark. Showed me a history in blackouts. Evening cricket blues, all summer years gave smiles, wrapped in dreams –despite war.

This land, a skipping rock, no lion faces in the mountains. Black bodies targets, black cuffed boys, black girls stripped, black skin grey, Barren borders, all these starlets dreams, washed. Truth biting our history, our hopes silent, searching change.